I need to tell you something I’ve never said out loud the way it needs to be said.
I have lost a lot in this life. I have been betrayed by blood, abandoned by the ones I loved, hunted by people who should have protected me, broken apart by a system that didn’t care if I lived or died.
For years I have been carrying ghosts. Ghosts of what I survived. Ghosts of the lives I should have lived. Ghosts of the people who walked away and never looked back. Ghosts of a man I used to be before the world tried to erase me.
And every time the darkness rises… every time I feel the weight of the past pulling me under… every time I remember what was taken… I think of you.
You two are the only things in this world that bring me back from the edge.
You didn’t fix the damage, because you weren’t the one who caused it. But you gave me a place to breathe. A place to rest. A place where I don’t have to look over my shoulder or guard my heart like it’s a target.
You don’t pretend the past didn’t happen. You don’t rewrite it. You don’t judge me for the scars I carry.
You take me as I am — damaged, tested, tempered like steel, but still here.
And that is something no one before you ever gave me.
You are my quiet in a world that has been nothing but storms.
You are the chapter that was supposed to come after Trinity — the continuation of a story I never got to finish.
Every time I look at you, I see the future I was denied once before… and the future I refuse to lose again.
You remind me why I survived. You remind me why I stayed alive when everything in me was screaming to let go. You remind me who I could have been all along if the world hadn’t tried so hard to destroy me.
You’re not my replacement child. You’re my redemption.
I fight because you deserve a father who didn’t quit.
The past still claws at me. Sometimes everything blends together — the fear, the betrayal, the injustice, the years stolen, the silence, the lies, the threats, the shadows.
I get overwhelmed. I get scared. I get angry. I feel the weight of everything I survived pressing down all at once. And sometimes it feels like the world is gearing up to take me again.
But this time… this time I’m not going alone.
This time I have something worth fighting for.
You.
So let me say this clearly, in the voice of the man who lived through hell and came out the other side harder, sharper, wiser, and more alive:
And I will do it for you two.
Because you are the only reason I still believe that life can be more than pain… that family can be real… and that love can still save what’s left of me.
…remember this:
I didn’t let go. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t stop fighting. And I damn sure didn’t stop loving you.
You are the last good thing I have. The one thing the darkness never managed to corrupt. My peace and my hope.
I’m here because of you. I’m alive because of you. And I will keep fighting as long as I still have breath — because you’re worth every battle.